Gay Erotic Stories

There was this older boy, Junior, he was about 19 and very gay. I didn't really know what gay was. He had an old 64 Corvair and we often rode around together. Growing up in the Midwest, we had a lot of corn fields, dairy farms and "dirt roads."

One day, we're riding around and he says, "Check out that album under your seat." "I think you'll like it." I reached under my seat and pulled out this large photo album. I opened it up and my jaw almost hit the floor. "What the hell is this?" I said. I was looking at glossy, color pictures of guys with hard cocks, jerking off, sucking other men's cocks, guys fucking other guys in the ass, cum shots, very muscular guys with huge cocks, loose balls hanging down, everything.

As hard as I tried not to, I was turning the pages, looking at all these hard cocks, and getting very hard. I was feeling very confused. I was feeling guilty because my cock was getting hard. That wasn’t supposed to happen looking at “guys!”

"What do you think?" he said.

"I don't know what to think, I'm, well...." I didn't know what to say. I put the album back under the seat and he immediately started rubbing my hard cock through my jeans.

We were on a dirt road, private and I was scared to death. Being on a dirt road, between two corn fields, he pulled over. He was trying to undo my jeans, stroking my cock the whole time, but I wouldn't let him. I was so scared. He just said, "That's ok, maybe another time, I really want to taste your cock though."

After dropping me off at home, I went straight to my bedroom, got naked and started jerking off, thinking of those pictures, all those hard cocks, guys fucking guys, sucking cocks; I was imagining what it would feel like with his mouth on my cock, his cock in my hand. My cock was harder than it had ever been. I was shooting my load in no time.

About a week later, he called me wanting me to come by his house and take a look at his car. It wouldn't start. So, I get over there, and there, but surprise, there was nothing wrong. I had fantasized about fucking his sister Patty, jerking off thinking about her often. She had thick, long red hair, nice big tits, a great ass and I wanted to fuck her bad. I was thinking this is my chance. So I was feeling pretty good.

So, Junior has me stay for dinner. I'm looking at Patty's huge tits, great ass, and she’s looking back smiling. God, I was getting hard. But then Junior says, "Well, you know, it's late, you may as well stay the night."

I thought, holy shit, I knew what was coming and I was scared to death. I tried locking myself in Patty's room with her, saying, "How about I just sleep with you Patty?" We were sitting beside each other, her in her nightgown, no bra, panties, and her hard big nipples driving me crazy. Oh but he wasn't having that. She was getting ready for bed, in only her bra and panties and this was the best chance I’d ever have. I wanted to fuck her so bad. So, I eventually ended up in bed with Junior.

I was laying with my back to him, hoping to just go to sleep. It didn't take long before I felt his hand sliding down my underwear, grabbing my cock, squeezing and pulling. His hand was squeezing my cock, his thumb rubbing the head. I tried to resist, but fuck it felt so good. It wasn’t supposed to feel good, another guy playing with your cock. I was scared, ashamed, nervous and didn't know what to do because now my cock was rock hard. And I liked it.

He rolled me over on my back, slid my underwear down and putting my hard, throbbing cock in his hot, wet mouth, started sucking and stroking my cock like nothing I had ever experienced. His mouth moved slowly, up and down my rigid shaft, his tongue working as he did. He fondled my balls and sucked my cock making me moan. I wanted to put my hand on his head and push my cock deep in his mouth, but I was too afraid. God damn it, I wasn’t supposed to enjoy this so much. God, his mouth fucking my cock like that was like I’d never felt before. Suddenly I came like I'd never cum before, I was involuntarily thrusting my hips, the head of my cock felt like it was on fire, and I could feel my cum as it rose up through my cock and into his mouth. He sucked me, stroking my burning hot cock with his hand, milking my cock until every last drop was gone. I couldn't believe the way I felt. “Did you like that?” he whispered in my ear.

"Now you do me." He said. His hand was trying to push my head towards his rigid cock. I couldn't bring myself to suck his cock. As badly as I wanted to, I just couldn’t. So he had me jerk him off. I slowly reached over, searching for his cock in the dark. Oh my God. Feeling his long, hard, hot cock in my hand was more than I could take. I’d never held another guy’s cock before. It was a new sensation for me. It was so arousing, so exciting. I stroked his hard cock, feeling the swollen head, wishing I could get up the nerve to suck him off. I couldn’t believe how hard he was. The head of his cock was big, hard and hot to my touch. A large drop of precum oozed out. God, I was hard again. Then he says, "Faster, jerk it faster, ya, like that, Oh, fuck, ya," his cock was long and hard. I was stroking his rigid cock as fast as I could and he began to shoot his hot, thick cum everywhere under the sheets. I could feel his cum running down my hand, his cock slippery as I continued to stroke him off. I couldn't help feeling how much I loved the feel of his hard cock in my hand. I didn’t want to let go.

After that night, he tried more and more to get with me again, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. As badly as I wanted to. I was jacking off every nite just reliving it in my mind. I was dealing with guilt, shame, fear, all of it. Only because I had enjoyed it so much, and I knew I was going to hell for it.

So, now I'm 63 and I am constantly thinking how badly I would love to relive that experience. I jerk off looking at naked men with hard, throbbing cocks, wishing I could stroke and suck one off. Maybe someday, but for now, I think of Junior, his blow job and the feel of his hot, hard cock in my hand as I made him cum. I remember feeling and scent of his hot cum covering my hand. I remember the feel of his cock getting slippery as I stroked it. Remembering how the hard, swollen head felt in my fingers. His cum covered his cock while I stroked it. I wanted to suck his cock really badly, but my fear and nerves wouldn’t let me. So, I jerk off thinking about him. I’ve sucked a few cocks since then. I guess I have him to thank for that.